I am not usually one to brag too much on my kiddos. Let's face it... everybody thinks their kids are amazing.
But, look at this picture. Do you see a random assortment of junk? Or do you see what he saw, mind you - before it was built?
J-A-R-E-D.
He built his name from a pile of garbage.
I would have NEVER thought to do something like that. I just don't "see" that way. But, he sees everything through the lens of creativity.
Read this:
The War in the Town
By: Jared
Oned day
A baby
Was being born
That day
There was
A war
The baby's mom
Risked
Her life
For the baby
And died
He is 8 years old. He was told to write a poem - about whatever he thought of - leaving spaces between the lines. Unbelievable.
He dreams about moving to New York and putting his art in a museum. If I am not mistaken... he is well on his way.
What a cool kid. Yep, he's mine. :)
But, look at this picture. Do you see a random assortment of junk? Or do you see what he saw, mind you - before it was built?
J-A-R-E-D.
He built his name from a pile of garbage.
I would have NEVER thought to do something like that. I just don't "see" that way. But, he sees everything through the lens of creativity.
Read this:
The War in the Town
By: Jared
Oned day
A baby
Was being born
That day
There was
A war
The baby's mom
Risked
Her life
For the baby
And died
He is 8 years old. He was told to write a poem - about whatever he thought of - leaving spaces between the lines. Unbelievable.
He dreams about moving to New York and putting his art in a museum. If I am not mistaken... he is well on his way.
What a cool kid. Yep, he's mine. :)
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